Page 87 of Loathe Thy Neighbor

She nods, eyes glassy with desire. “Do it again.”

I laugh and shake my head. “Not this time.”

“Dean…”

I release the red locks from my grasp and reach for her, pulling her onto her feet.

She’s not wearing much, but I want her to be wearing less.

I grab the hem of her shirt and she raises her arms, helping me work it off her. I let it fall to the floor.

I peel the rest of my clothes off, then stand back to look at her. There’s a soft glow from the moonlight coming in through the window across the room, and it hits her at all the right angles.

River’s always beautiful.

But River standing topless in nothing but a pair of panties, her deep red mane a mess from my hands, a flush on her skin and a look in her eyes that saysFuck me, please?

It’s a whole new look for her.

“You’re gorgeous.”

Her flush deepens.

I step into her, cupping her tits with my hands, running my thumbs over the hardened buds. I trail one hand down her stomach and straight into her panties.

I don’t stop until my fingers find their way between her folds, andmy godis she wet.

“Did my cock in your throat do this?”

A whimper.

A nod.

“Good.”

I slip my fingers into her, and her breath hitches as she drops her head to my shoulder.

“Oh hell. I knew you were the devil.”

I laugh and thrust my fingers deeper. I use my thumb to stroke her clit as I slide my other hand around the back of her neck and bring her lips to mine.

I kiss her, using my tongue in sync with the strokes of my fingers. She rocks into my hand, moaning and pulling at me, wanting more.

She wrenches her lips from mine. “Dean.”

It’s all she says, and I know she’s ready.

I pull my hand from her body. “Get on the bed.”

“What position?”

“Yes.”

She laughs. “I’m serious.”

“So am I,” I say, grabbing her waist and guiding her backward. “I want you in all of them.”

Her eyes darken as we fall onto the bed, and I drop my mouth to hers.

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